Monday, May 02, 2005

early evening

Idiot of the Day - Wynn Las Vegas Webmaster

Holy crap, what a horrible website.  Seriously, go to Wynn Las Vegas and prepare to get motion sickness from the constantly moving navbars.  I went to Contact, you know, to let them know how I feel about their horrible horrible HORRIBLE website, but then the top/bottom navbars were scrolling to left and the contact form starting scrolling down.  So I didn’t have to go rushing to throw up, I left the site instead.  Hey Wynn Las Vegas webmaster, just because you can use Flash doesn’t mean you should.  It’s kind of funny, the Steve Wynn voiceover told me to be prepared for surprises while perusing their site - I didn’t think one of the surprises would be, “Hey, guess what, you’ll need Dramamine.”  Even worse, the only reason I went to the site was to find out information about their buffet.  I live in Las Vegas, I like fancy buffets.  I’d read a bit about the buffet in the newspaper, but I wanted pictures and more info.  Know what I got?  Information about the chefs in their other restaurants.  That’s right, nothing about their buffet.  Color me pedestrian, but I don’t care about celebrity chefs.

The news/newspapers raved about the Wynn Las Vegas water features.  Did I see any of those on their fancy schmancy website?  No.  Perhaps it was my fault for not sticking it out any longer, but I honestly thought I was going to be sick.  I even tried going to the site twice, thinking maybe I was overreacting the first time.  No.  In fact, I think I may have originally underestimated the nausea factor.  Granted, it won’t stop me from going to the hotel to see the pretty things and to eat at the buffet, but I doubt I’ll ever return to the website unless someone lets me know it’s safe and that there’s a html version of the site.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

late at night

Idiot of the Day - Bill Frist

Who knew, there’s someone scarier than George W. Bush who could run for president.  The physician who doesn’t think condoms help prevent AIDS.  The physician who felt free to diagnose Terri Schiavo via a four year old video tape.  What a creepy creepy man.  I’m so sick of “Chrisitans” who think their “morals” are so superior.  I’ll bet you just like all of the other fundie hypocrites, it’ll soon come out that Frist has either cheated on his wife, beaten his kids, gambled, took drugs, had (gasp!) gay sex, had lobbyists pay for his vacations, embezzled, lied, etc.  You know, like Rush Limbaugh, GWB, Newt Gingrich, Jimmy Swaggart, Henry Hyde and other scummy hypocritical dirtbags.

Monday, April 04, 2005

late evening

Idiocy of Day -  Bad, Bad, Evil, Red Pens

First, quotes to get you started: At Daniels Farm Elementary School in Trumbull, Connecticut, Karwoski’s teachers grade papers by giving examples of better answers for those students who make mistakes. But that approach meant the kids often found their work covered in red, the color that teachers long have used to grade work. Parents objected. Red writing, they said, was “stressful.” The principal said teachers were just giving constructive advice and the color of ink used to convey that message should not matter. But some parents could not let it go. So the school put red on the blacklist. Blue and other colors are in.

I just cannot believe that parents are worrying that red correction marks on kids’ papers are making them feel so very very badly.  Hello, papers are graded in red.  It stands out.  It corrects the stuff you did wrong, which unless you’re the perfect student, happens.  My parents had their papers corrected in red, maybe not ink, but surely red stone.  heh My three brothers and I, we all managed to grow up just fine handling those terribly stressful years of teachers correcting our papers.  It’s a miracle that we came out of it alive!  Well, as you know, red is “stressful”.

C’mon, let’s just worry about the increasing lack of literacy amongst children.  They’re more worried about giving blowjobs to their 14 year old friends (I kid you not, it was in the paper today) than their schoolwork.  Red ink should be the least of their problems.  Gah, it’s SO STUPID!

Now, now, Flippy, there were clearly some errors in the above entry.  The children are not just worried about blowjobs, they’re saying that they’ll considering having sex within the next six months.  Sex.  At 14.  When I was 14, I wanted to hang out with friends and play softball.  I wanted to order pizza with my family and watch The Six Million Dollar Man.  I wanted to read books.  I wanted to talk on the phone.  No way in my mind did I ever consider 14 appropriate for blowjobs or intercourse…and then, I had crushes on boys.  James Rincon, you broke my junior high heart, not crushing back on me.  Although, no way did I consider you worthy for blowjobs.  We both survived, yet ironically, we both ended up with red ink used on our papers.  Especially in evil Mrs. Pierce’s Spanish class.  I don’t think she liked kids, yet still, her red ink did not harm me for life.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

evening

Attention, My Real Life Will Recommence April 1st

Until such time I can focus my total love and attention on you, dear blog, I’m going to post haphazardly, aimlessly, helter-skeltery, et al.  But I promise you, on April 1st, I’m going to lavish attention on you.  Attention like you’ve never experienced before.

Anyway, until then, I’m gonna rant about Bill Frist, obviously the most incompetent doctor to ever graduate from Harvard Medical School.  What an idiot!  The Bush Boys - gag.  Let…the…poor…woman…go.  Tom DeLay - whoa, his head is spinning with inappropriateness and hypocrisy.

Whitney Houston, back in rehab, again.  Fucking pay someone to be your friend and stay with you and hang up on your drug dealer.  Barry Bonds, asshole supreme.  He’s gonna quit, then he’s going to slowly shrivel into a mere slip of a man.  He’ll also become a human being again, instead of an animal.  He’ll write a book, apologize for being a ‘roid jerk and he’ll make even more money.

I’m reading one of the most disturbing books I’ve ever read My Life Among the Serial Killers : Inside the Minds of the World’s Most Notorious Murderers.  I’ve read all kinds of nasty true crime books, but I didn’t know about any of this serial killer medical experimentation stuff.  I suppose I should’ve guessed, but ack, I didn’t.  The author is a bit pretentious, but I don’t mind it much.  I just want the crime parts.  Yeah, I know it’s sick.  But don’t worry, after this book, I think I’m reading something uplifting and gentle.

Sunday, March 13, 2005

late evening

Idiot of the Day - This Person’s AdSense Ad

Why Loose Your Memory? - sublingualb12.com  Yes indeed, why “loose” your memory?  Do you want it to attack someone…or are you just stupid?  (and yes, I delinked it because they misspelled ‘loose” - that annoys me because it’s on MY blog)